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Rou Meets Farron

It was a beautiful sunny day, as it always was. Rou was running through the forest with one of her friends until they stopped near a group of other deer. One of them had a zombie pelt complete with zombie antlers and a skull deer face. This deer intimidated her at first, though the buck made no move toward her. It wasn't until her friend left that she decided to approach the Zombie Deer. As unafraid as she could, Rou bowed in respect to the buck, who returned the gesture with a lot of grace and friendliness. Before long, Rou warmed up to this strange buck, whose name was Farron. Each time Rou and Farron found one another in the forest, usually in different locations, they bounced around and danced some before they began to run around the forest, stopping at different areas to rest, or play around.

One day, Rou had been listening for pictographs she recognzied only to find a deer she thought was interesting. After trying to tag along with the deer, he turned and began to bully her, making her afraid. As she backed away from the buck, she scented a very familiar scent, though her mind was too scared at the moment to register it at first. When she stepped closer to the buck behind her, she immediately recognized him as Farron, the zombie pelted deer she had become close with. As soon as she recognzied him, Rou stepped to his side, her movement immediately telling him what he needed to know. Farron stepped forward, protecting the young doe from the bully. With a firm, slightly angered look, Farron sent the bully packing. As soon as she saw the other deer run away, Rou approached Farron and they began to romp around, like they always would whenever they found one another in the forest. The simple act of Farron protecting Rou against the bully deer made her feel safe while she was around him and she enjoyed his company.
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Sorry, I am a noob at CSS... I'm using a template and just messing with color's at the moment.... hope you all don't mind Eye
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The story of my deer Troy.

He has a sad story ...
As a child, he lost his father and mother. Parents killed a hunter, but for a small Troy chased ferocious hounds. Babe barely barely escaped from them and hid in the cemetery. Now, it is his favorite place.



It can almost always be found here. He sometimes dances in his cage, sometimes sitting near the graves, sometimes sad and crying about them.
Troy welcomes guests and allows them to be here, but he and no ban. Cemetery, it's neutral territory who want. then let him walk. But the fact is that it is a favorite place of Troy.
And now for his biography:
Calf born in the spring, was a warm and sunny weather. Troy was next to his mother and his father. Their names he could not remember or did not know. In the summer it is actively studied forest and knew all the sights. In the fall, he and his parents went to the rocks, and died there of his parents, I wrote above that. Troy starved winter, but met a lovely deer:-Sayre, who taught him the habits of deer and learn how to survive in the Forest. Sayre died of old age and Troy carried her body to the cemetery, where mourns her body, and his parents, too.
That's the way I live in Troy, is a sad story, but he has a wife who is expecting fawns. Troy loves it, though, and disappears for days at the cemetery.

(The script: use Google translator)
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Private RP [Kaye and Benedict]

I'll think of a better title later.
A private RP for Kaye(yep, she's back) and Chantico's Benedict.







I'll try to start. Taking inspiration from this gorgeous painting.



The black doe was resting on the grass just on the outskirts of the pond. She surrounded herself with her dandelions, the only source of comfort she had when Noa wasn't around- No, that wasn't right. She wasn't dependent on Noa. She couldn't be dependent on Noa. She didn't need anyone. She didn't need Noa to sit with her every waking second of every day. She could handle herself. Right? Sure she could.

Sure she could.

The red eyed doe lowered her head to the ground, staring at the little plant in front of. "It's funny that you're considered a weed, little dandelion," she murmured, her voice soft, as if she didn't want anyone to overhear her talking to a plant. Let alone wonder why she was lying down in the middle of a dandelion patch. "I think you're the prettiest flower. You change. Other flowers don't do that, do they? They just wither and die...but you...you don't. You don't give up 'til the end...you fade away just as bright and cheerful as you did when you first bloomed."

Awesome Bios?

I was wondering what people are using to create their wonderfully awesome bio pages. I'm guessing HTML, but did they use templates, or go from scratch? I really want to create my own if possible, so if someone could give me input that would be awesome! Smiling

CSS Testin'

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CSS Testing (Ignore)

Two very Important questions

How do you make a look you really like stay on your deer and how do you save another look without overwriting the previous one you saved?

The Crying Idol?

I've heard this name at least four times already. Will someone please explain to me what it is and why Rou's never been there?
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